French, German, British, Italian, American
All fighting the same war
For what, no one knows,
But it was quite pointless
Lives destroyed, along with land
Both will never be the same
They hide in trenches,
As bombs and guns fly in every direction
Men risk thier lives
They go over the trenches to see if any survive
As summer goes into fall,
And fall into winter,
The weather worsens
Men freeze to death and still forced to fight
Not a hope in the world to survive
In the trenches, where alot of men die
From starvation or lack of clothing or trench foot
So much pain and suffering
But for what?
If you are dead, you won't know or be there,
To feel proud about what you fought for
You fight for nothing
Fight just to die Just to die
By: Danielle Thurber
French, German, British, Italian, American
All fighting the same war
For what, no one knows,
But it was quite pointless
Lives destroyed, along with land
Both will never be the same
They hide in trenches,
As bombs and guns fly in every direction
Men risk thier lives
They go over the trenches to see if any survive
As summer goes into fall,
And fall into winter,
The weather worsens
Men freeze to death and still forced to fight
Not a hope in the world to survive
In the trenches, where alot of men die
From starvation or lack of clothing or trench foot
So much pain and suffering
But for what?
If you are dead, you won't know or be there,
To feel proud about what you fought for
You fight for nothing
Fight just to die
Just to die